"First One!" Jing Yuexin was gathering the Heavenly Devil Qi, but she had also been keeping an eye on First One. Her face turned slightly pale at the sight.
"I'm fine." Qu Jianlei shook his head, raised a hand to draw back the blood he had spat out, slowly absorbed it into his palm, then narrowed his eyes and regulated his breathing.
"Are you kidding me?" Paranoid could not help speaking in astonishment. "What happened to the world's favor?"
Qu Jianlei opened his eyes, smiled faintly, and slowly shook his head. "How much favor can such a small world possibly offer?"
Although Jing Yuexin felt a little distressed, what had happened had happened, and she was not one to dwell on the past.
"Did the divination reveal anything?"
"There is a way," Qu Jianlei replied, his expression somewhat strange. Then he sighed and glanced at Qu Shitong.
In her panic just now, Jing Yuexin had shouted in the Empire's language—she truly did not know Shenzhou's language.
Before this, everyone had carefully maintained communication through divine sense. Now, they had finally slipped up.
Qu Shitong's expression was equally strange. These past few days, he had been studying this group, wondering where exactly they had come from.
He had heard every word spoken just now by the female Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, as well as the additional words spoken afterward by the other Nascent Soul Realm cultivator.
This definitely was not the common language of the Cultivation World that he knew. Could they have come from some Small World? Was this a dialect?
When he saw the strange expression on the Nascent Soul Realm cultivator opposite him, his heart sank... This was bad!
Thinking back, the other party had never communicated verbally among themselves, clearly because they did not want to reveal